Chapter 90 Love Life

• The morning light streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Vicktor’s penthouse, casting golden patterns on the hardwood floors. Amanda sat at the kitchen island, her fingers wrapped around a steaming mug of coffee. She hadn’t slept much, and the events of the previous night played in a relentless loop in her mind. The tension between her and Vicktor was undeniable, but the danger that loomed over them felt suffocating.
• The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the faint scent of his cologne still clinging to her skin. She glanced toward the hallway, listening for any sign of Vicktor returning from his early morning meeting. The silence of the penthouse felt heavy, amplifying the distant hum of the city below.
• Her phone buzzed on the counter, snapping her from her thoughts. She picked it up, her heart sinking as she saw the name on the screen. Her sister, Claire. She hadn’t spoken to Claire in weeks, not since their last heated argument about Amanda’s relationship with Vicktor.